The approaching hot breath carries a familiar smell, the smell of poison that I was greedy for in childhood.
However, the kiss that represented severance never fell, and the things that broke through the cold wind were so swift and unstoppable that with Wei Moyan's internal strength and Wanqi Haoyue's body, if it was hit, it would definitely turn a happy event into a funeral.
The black ghostly figure floated forward, raised his dagger and withstood the blow. Even though he had practiced martial arts for many years and had been soaked in hundreds of poisons and stimulated his unlimited potential, he could not stop the momentum. He took a few steps back and bumped into the groom.
Only then did he stop and barely swallowed a mouthful of vermilion.
The thing struck on the dagger was red, slender and tough, with a lustrous luster that was alluring and strange. It was exactly the string weapon used by Xia Qingluan, and it was so passionate.
"Gang!" Wan Qi Haoyue didn't expect that Wei Moyan would be so domineering in his anger. He quickly locked several large acupoints around Gong's body with his ten fingers, thus keeping the meridians undamaged and the internal organs intact.
The cold and almost inhumanly cold Master of Poyue Pavilion walked steadily, his indifferent face as if carved from ice, without any change. When he arrived in front of the hall, he pulled the woman in red's hand out of her hand and tied the knot.
"Go back with me."
The voice is colder and more terrifying than the eyes.
Just half a moment longer and she would have become someone else's woman.
He has already made the maximum decision to tolerate her going to find Wanqi Haoyue. As long as she comes back, as long as she is willing to stand behind him, he can ignore the past grudges and love her and protect her as before, retreating to a cliff to cut off her own escape route. Why is she still
don't know?
Why, she would rather choose to live up to her whole life than give him even a hint of tenderness.
"I have promised to return to Poyue Pavilion to accept punishment after rescuing people. What else do you want?" There is no coldness and sharpness in the past. There is only weakness, exhaustion, and inexplicable sorrow in the eyes of Silence.
"I want you to come back with me."
"impossible."
If he is cold, she will be even colder. If he hurts her three points, she will hurt herself another seven points.
Strange movements began to appear in the crowd. Some of the cold weapons, vicious eyes, and greedy desires were directed towards Wei Moyan, but more were focused on Xia Qingluan.
He who knows the secret will win the world.
The tyrant who always maintains a supreme posture rarely appears in public. Now he has broken into the center of the martial arts heroes alone for a woman. Who wants to miss this God-given opportunity? It may be scary to be an enemy of Poyue Pavilion, but nearly a hundred people are enemies of a strong man.
, the ending may be unknown.
There was a resounding sound of a sword being unsheathed, like a neat order, and many people in the world who had appeared as congratulators a moment ago suddenly transformed into ferocious beasts, with the dazzling red candle light reflected on the blade, and the color had a fishy sweetness.
But the people in the hall didn't see the danger at all, and were still immersed in the inexplicable entanglement.
The figure as dark as hell grasped the slender wrist tightly, and the depth in the eyes was difficult to distinguish in the flickering light: "But do you still remember what you said? Whether life or death, they are all mine, and the white heads will never be separated, and the withered bones will depend on each other. The previous promise
Dandan, now you are meeting this insidious man who is bent on plotting against you, Xia Qingluan, is it your eyes that can't see or your heart that can't see?"
"Let her go." After helping the injured woman to the seat, Wanqi Haoyue stood in front of Xia Qingluan and faced those soul-shattering dark eyes without fear, "I admit that I will risk Cheng Xiaobai's life.
The threat is extremely shameless, but you are not much better. If you really wanted to treat her, why would you chase her all the way here? Wei Moyan, you are not worthy to be compared with her."
"Only I can love her in this world."
When we get to this point, what can we save by saying we love or not love? She gave him a chance, but he refused to cherish it and insisted on forcing her to break up the love and end the fate.
Xia Qingluan stopped struggling and her face gradually calmed down. She could never escape his grasp, but she had the right to persuade him to let go.
"If you can save Xiao Bai, you can also enter this bridal chamber."
The force on her wrist suddenly became stronger, and she could even clearly hear the sound of bones shifting. Her eyes were finally burned by her anger, as fierce as a trapped animal: "What do you think you are?!"
"Chess piece, whore, nothing more."
Isn't it? In the world of chess, she is just a chess piece that can be manipulated by others. In the world of glory, she can only exchange her freedom and body for what she wants. In this situation, I am afraid that she is even more despicable than a chess piece and a prostitute.
"I'll say it again, as long as you can save Xiao Bai, I will go back with you immediately. I will not resist whether it means killing or humiliating you."
Xia Qingluan, Hongxian, a woman in the eyes of the world who is as proud as an orchid, as clean as a lotus, and as mysterious as a night sky, the person he holds in his heart as a treasure, yet has to trade his reputation and body for the life of his worthless younger brother. She
Have you ever thought that his life would be in ruins without her? In her heart, why can't she think about him even once?
He laughs when he is extremely angry, and his laughter is sad and self-deprecating.
Really? The more he cherishes and accommodates her, the more he will stay away from her. So, destroy it with your own hands.
Destroy his tenderness just for one person.
"Aren't you afraid that Cheng Xiaobai will die? Yes, I can't save your brother but he can, but let me tell you, if you don't go back with me, I guarantee that Cheng Xiaobai will die in more pain than if he was poisoned."
"Wei Moyan!" Xia Qingluan lost her voice. There is no need to doubt that he always does what he says.
Wan Qi Haoyue holds the antidote, and Wei Moyan controls life and death. No matter which equation she hands herself to, Xiao Bai can't escape the fate. She just wants to save her only relative, grudges or feuds, don't use her as a pawn to take revenge on anyone.
Her life has been irreparably broken. She has a good body and a good heart. She wants to take them all away. She just wants to save people, nothing more.
"Don't force me anymore..." His eyes dimmed, and desperate murmurs echoed between the two men.
It tore the hearts of three people apart.
Even if one of them was willing to take half a step back, the outcome would not be so tragic, but neither of them was willing to admit defeat.
The thin body under the wedding clothes coughed slightly, and Wanqi Haoyue understood that today would finally come to a conclusion.
"Luan'er, do you still believe me? I said I would protect you and your brother, do you believe it or not?" His eyebrows are still peaceful, his voice is still as clear as jade, his elegance and elegance have never changed, but,
The little girl who once cuddled up in his arms and cried herself to sleep was gone. He had to regain Xia Qingluan's trust in him, which was the only weapon to defeat Wei Moyan.
What she got was her decisive and downcast sneer.
"I will never trust anyone again."
Those whom I relied on as a child, those who entrusted me with life and death, no longer trust.
That kind of Xia Qingluan made the two men feel as if their hearts were on edge.
She no longer trusts anyone, including herself. Then, does she still care about him? Wei Moyan doesn't know, he doesn't know anything anymore. He is as clumsy as a child when it comes to love. If possible, I wish I could use the world's martial arts dominance to dominate the world.
Instead, she would smile her whole life and live only for him.
"I'll give you the last chance." Instead of a harsh clamp, he replaced it with a gentle caress. The Poyue Pavilion Master, who looked down upon Kyushu, was just a mortal caught up in the love of life and death. There was no joy or anger in his plain eyes.
He pulled out the Mo Heng sword and held it in her hand, placing the broken blade against her chest that had warmed her for countless nights.
Even though the sword was broken, it was strong enough to pierce flesh and blood and cut off tendons and bones. The edge was as cold as his voice.